(Warning: I am not the narrator of this poem. I am the author of it.)
This is a poem to show a different point of view a person can have:
There is this girl,
she pretends to be shy,
but when you talk to her personally,
She is such a chatterbox.
She is a showoff,
(at least when I'm there),
and people like her,
how is that fair?
My friends say she is pretty,
funny,
friendly,
nice and more,
I really can't stand it,
They don't give me pity,
and I'm sure that one day they'll Love her,
and Hate me,
and I won't be popular anymore.
I have a plan,
I'm going to take,
all her friends and a piece of cake,
I'll prove to them,
I'll lie if I have to,
that she is not a good friend.
And then I'll have power,
I'll be popular again,
but this living mean creature,
will still be there.
So I have to prepare,
and organize,
that this is not going to happen,
No, no shy, baby-like, chaterbox, showoff , small creature!!!!
Based on an ACTUAL,TRUE story!(see other love poems by me)
It's happened!
My dream has come true!
It's happened!
To me, not to you!
I told him of my longing for he,
And he told me who he liked.......me!
So now, I guess it's safe to say
That we're a pair
Day after day
But....he's a little shy
He doesn't people to know....why?
They'll make fun, he says
Who cares?I say,
When I'm caught in a daze
Of love!
It's happened!
I never thought it would!
And he is so nice(and his grades are good)
He's funny, and cute,and everything you want him to be,
And all of it likes ME!
Well, it HAS happened.
Yep,it really has.
And when this happens
I can't sit around,dazed as
A donkey
Make things work,
Put it together
And I'll assure you you'll be together for ever
(Or at least until the end of 6th grade)
It's actually happened,
I'm not lying,I swear.
And if you think we won't last,
I don't care
I'm as happy as a bird and
As cheerful as the sun
After this amazing event accured
And I just have one thing less to say, no more then a word......
HE'S MINE!
I'm happy,
I'm excited,
I jump up and down,
I race around,
I sing aloud,
everybody thinks I'm crazy.
I am sad,
I am quiet,
I look around,
I stare at people,
I start to cry,
everybody thinks I'm a baby.
I am normal,
I do usual stuff,
I do my work,
I act correctly,
I be quiet and listen to the class,
everybody thinks I am shy.
Whatever one I do,
everyone will stare at me and say,
"Judit, you are so crazy/ such a baby/ so shy!"
and they never look at the positive.
